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Jamie Stanton - The North on the Kingsroad

As the five wagons slowly headed down what seemed to be an endless road, the icy wind of the north started to pick up. The snow was constantly falling and everyone in the wagons were huddled up close to each to keep warm. A man dressed in all black led the company followed by another ten men in plate mail dressed in the colours of house Stanton. 

In the front wagon sat Jamie Stanton staring at the floor, deep in thought. He'd been chained up for the past few days as a sort punishment for attacking his former ally, Addam Appleton. The shackles on his wrist had started to grate at his skin and there was a bit of blood surrounding it, his knuckles had started to heal. 

They had passed through moat caitlin a few days prior and were slowly approaching Winterfell. "We stop here for the night!" The black brother growled as he suddenly stopped his horse. "No point goin any further tonight. Don't want half of these bastards to freeze to death by the time we get to the wall." The balding man said as he jumped off his horse and spat a load of murky green phlegm on the floor. "We'll get the fires started and then get these maggots out for feeding time." 

Around ten minutes later all of the fires had been created and the doors were finally opened. "You know the drill by now. Get out in single file and wait why we chain you up together." The black brother instructed the group as he did every night. He was simply named Anders, he had no family name as far as Jamie knew, not that he cared to find out. 

"Fool! We're waiting for you here." One of the guards shouted to Jamie who was in his own little world still thinking of what had happened back in Yellowmoor. The guard was a little weasel of a man. 

Another guard stood closer to him the complete opposite in looks. "Yeah, hurry up fool." A slow dumb sounding laugh followed. "I'm still surprised our Lord Robert let you live. Lucky your his son or your head would be on a pike right now." The tall guard continued to say, laughing to himself. Jamie continued to say nothing keeping his head down as they attached his chains to the man in front. 

The smaller guard stood watching Jamie's face expression. An evil smile came across his face. "Here I heard some disgusting news about you Jamie before we left." He paused for a moment knowing that he had finally gotten Jamie's attention. The taller guard looked confused as well. "I heard that when they found you in the inn that you were staying at. You was completely naked... bent over for Appleton." A scowl covered Jamies face as a disgusted look covered the dumb guards face. "I bet that's why you don't have any little kiddies running about because you're the one who likes to take it." He paused for a moment to let out an evil giggle. "I bet that wife of yours is happy now she's got rid of you. I bet you a golden dragon she's on her back right now getting it from every single guard."

Jamie still did not say anything back. They both stared at each other in the eyes for a few moments before suddenly Jamie thrusted his forehead violently into the weasel guards nose. Blood flew everywhere has cheers from the other prisoners came. The guard had gone down to one knee. Holding his nose, quite visibly in a lot of pain. "You... you... you bastard!" The guard screamed pulling out his sword from the sheath extremely embarrassed. 

"That's enough!" A voice came out of nowhere and the camp fell deathly quiet. The black brother strode over to were the commotion was happening. "Put your fucking sword away now! I will not have any of you attack my new brothers!" The guard breathing heavily, with fire in his eyes looked at Anders. After a few seconds the weasel sheathed his sword and stormed off. "Back to your jobs now the shows over! The lot of yah!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing. Anders made eye contact with Jamie and simply nodded and pointed to the fires with his head. "Move."

Leyla Stanton - The Red Keep

(A collab with @kingkonrad)

Alerie kept close to Garland's side, knowing that down in the Great Hall, all hell was breaking loose, while the Apartments themselves had become themselves locked in. There were a good number of Reachmen that would stand between any would-be attacker and Lord Tyrell, that much she knew. Willas was calling the men, and things seemed busy outside...and unbeknownst to the Reachmen, the Crakehall forces were beginning to move on the gates, and the thousands of men that held the streets and roads in blockade, the two events seemingly parallel to each other. She could guess Willas would resolve it...Lyman had to be an idiot, surely....well, Lannisters were tricksters, but in a position like this, something was happening, and it certainly wasn't good.

Looking to the door, she heard the distinctive voice of her handmaiden asking one of the guards come in, as she stood up. Walking out, Alerie nodded to one of the sallet-helmet wearing men, as she looked across to Leyla Stanton, daughter of Lord Robert Stanton, a minor Reach house but one that the Tyrells still kept a relatively appreciative level of respect for. Lord Robert was a fool, but his daughters and sons were competent. Apart from Jamie...it wasn't often that a Reachman acted dishonorably, but Alerie was suprised that Garland had let Robert handle his affairs and send him to the Wall.

Looking on, she brushed her red hair aside, the Lady Tyrell of seventeen, almost eighteen, looked across at her.
"Let her in, guards. Leyla, I was wondering where you went to." Alerie said, knowing that while it would be nice to have her handmaiden around in a time like this, it wasn't essential. She was there to brush her hair, to look after her and her needs, a loyal servant, who in turn, was rewarded with not only coin but the prestige of serving such a noble house.. Her voice was soft, not commanding, and she seemed glowing, even in a time like this. She treated her handmaidens well, and Leyla was a pretty girl...though she seemed not as beautiful as Alerie in her dress, and for some reason, Alerie could already cotton onto the fact that she was a mere Lady, not a spider or a matriarch. She knew her place in the system....well, the Ladies of House Tyrell certainly did not adhere to that all the time, Alerie thought to herself, as she smiled at Leyla.

As Leyla wondered into the room to see Alerie sat next to Garland, she couldn't help but smile at him. Leyla had been infatuated by Garland since she'd move to Highgarden, but never plucked up the courage to speak to him. Looking back to Alerie, Leyla quielty spoke, "Oh sorry my lady... I'd gotten news that my brother was in Kings Landing. He was in the cavalry who attacked the Crakehalls with Willas. I wanted to see if he was okay, but the converstaion ended when the news about the Red Keep got to his camp, he had to get his armour on for the fight... I hope he's okay." A sad smile came across her face as she thought about the upcoming battle. She looked back at Garland and blushed, "How are you feeling today my Lord?"

Garland looked across at Alerie, then at Leyla, smiling, as he sat up a little, wincing in pain.
"Better, but fucking helpless." He said, his provincial words coming out strong and quick, as he shook his head, Alerie chuckling a little, knowing that Garland felt definitely a little simple in his tone to reply, as he smiled at Leyla. She was pretty, attractive...but his heart was on Baela, and if maybe in a past time he would have had sex with her, loved her then left her, now was not the time to think of such affairs when there were alliances to form and real marriages to be had. Still, she looked pretty, attractive like any Reachwoman, and even Garland could tell that Leyla was blushing a little, as he cleared his throat.
"Theo fought well, he was in the Rear Guard too. He made it out fine." Garland simply said, brushing his own hair aside, clearing his forehead, as he looked to his sister.

Alerie looked back, nodding, as she walked across the room, notioning to Leyla to follow.
"That is good to hear, I hope he is okay, Leyla. Lord Garland here took a sword from a Crakehall, and he helped defend the rest of us. Such a brave brother." She added, Garland visibly smirking a little, more out of the fact that Alerie was so blatant about it, knowing it was something they had between them as a formality. She took a seat by the window, looking out.
"Things are looking problematic, Leyla, but your House has given it's due to help us, and we protect yours. I am glad you are with me in this time." Alerie simply said, notioning with a hand gesture for Leyla to take a seat by her side, as she raised her dress a little to adjust herself, brushing her hair a little, as she looked over.

Her heart started to race as Garland answered Leylas question. She'd never been with a man entirely, all she had ever done with a man before was just a kiss. Two newly turned knights had competed in a melee to try and win her heart when she was still living in Yellowmoor. The winner was Gerold Appleton, a sweet boy with a mop of black hair on his head. He'd asked for Leylas hand in marriage, but Robert had declined knowing the boy wasn't even the first born of his Father. "I was just happy Theo was on his horse. People tell me that he rides like one of those barbarians in Essos... I hope this battle goes well..." Leyla walked towards Alerie as she listened to to her talk, noting the close bond between the two siblings to herself. Alerie was beautiful, she seemed to be a character that had come straight out of a love story. The green and gold dress that she had was spectacular, the colours complemented her the best which was a lucky coincidence. The dress that Leyla was wearings wasn't as flashy as Aleries but was a similar style, a dress what you would associate a Reach woman to wear. It was a dark blue dress with silver linings.

Leyla took a seat next to Alerie, staring right out the window the view was wonderful. "Thank you my Lady, we live to serve you. Theo won't let you down. He's better than Jamie, hopefully it doesn't take him long to learn how to rule. No one ever thought about teaching him how to rule a land." She took a few seconds to think. "He'll be a better Lord than my father... not that my Fathers a bad person, he... urm... he just isn't the best." Leyla knew she'd said a bit too much. "I'm sorry my lady." She put her head down in shame.

Alerie smiled at her Handmaiden, nodding agreeably, knowing she had let slip. She was not a stupid girl...just not very good with words, and Alerie could read that very, very well. Oh, she already knew about Robert, and it wasn't half implied that he ran his Lordship as a drunken oaf. Like some Reachmen could become, if allowed to ferment like Cider or Wine, they became irrelevant, unable to do any real good. There were always exceptions, but small Lords, even people like Loras, she knew were still just oafish and small-minded, concerned with their immediate surroundings and people, not the wider Kingdoms.
"Willas is clearing out the scum, and we've got protection. I wouldn't fear, he's a good man. But if the worst comes to the worst, I want you to know that you were a good handmaiden, Leyla." Alerie said, knowing full well what "worst comes to worst" meant, and that truly, she did mean that if there was something that happen that brought either rogue men or Crakehall forces, she would not hesitate in her actions. It was bad, but she was not going to lie, and it was the best way of putting it. Things could get bad, but they had to stay positive, stay confident, stay aware.

Clearing her throat, she placed her hands on her lap, adjusting her dress a little, as she looked out of the window also, the Crakehall forces advancing into the city barely even visible from here, though, it still looked like the same old siege scene outside. She thought over Robert Stanton a little more, as she looked back at Leyla.
"Oh, relax. We know the truths, woman to woman, Leyla. Your father enjoys his Arbor, and we all know this." Alerie said, as she looked on at Leyla, nodding agreeably. She seemed almost competely frank, breaking it simply to her, knowing that it would be a way that Leyla would understand.
"And that any man who can actually be sober enough to fight for our Kingdom here, without  being a disloyal bastard can do a good job of that Lordship. Your family's fate is well placed if Theo is your future...Jamie is no longer in our lands, and Robert will eventually need Theo to run his fiefs for him anyway. If Garland can rule the Reach in the way he does, Theo can run Yellowmoor." She added, sighing as Garland chuckled.

"Aye, I can lend my thoughts to that. Theo's good with a sword, I'll give him that. I've sparred with Theo a few times, he gave me a good match." Garland added, as Alerie chuckled, nodding to her brother, as he looked across, sitting up against a little of the pillows, his wound still visible.
"See, there you are. I've always kept you safe, Leyla. So you need not worry about Robert...so long as he holds his loyalty to our Kingdom, and to the Iron Throne, then I am sure it will be fine." She said, as she reassured Leyla a little, knowing that it would in their best interest to keep this little conversation close to them, knowing it was a personal matter indeed. She couldn't speak well of Robert, no, he was truly that, a drunken oaf, no real figure that would be truly unifying in his people. Perhaps it would be a matter of time, when these wars ended, that it would happen again, this time with a different son. Robert was a good man at heart, Alerie knew that much, but it was his personality and his poor nature at being a Lord that ruined him...at least Garland had the ability to be able to find the right people and have a dab hand at administering the Seven Kingdoms, and he was half his age. No doubt, Leyla was right, but Alerie knew she had to keep her position correct, and not let her be down about saying such things.

Leyla was a little taken back Aleries statement. Worst comes to worst, Leyla thought to herself. Even though Alerie was three years younger than Leyla, she was a lot more confident in everything. The young Tyrell woman seemed a lot older than she actually was. Leyla listened to everything Alerie said intently. She was a little embarrassed about her own father, knowing this was the opinion that much of the Reach had on him. It might have been one of the reasons why Jamie tried to do what he did. "Thank you Alerie, I believe in my brother, he'll make our family proud." All Leyla could do was smile. Garlands voice perked up from over on the bed talking about Theo's skill with a blade. She'd not really heard much about his skill with a sword, most people usually complimented him on his horse riding abilities. "Thank you my Lord, Theo will appreciate that greatly." Alerie continued to talk and Leyla nodded in agreement with what she had to say. "My Father is nothing but loyal to House Tyrell." Leyla took a deep breath and finally said, "Is there anything you need from me, my lady?"

Alerie nodded, looking on.
"No, Leyla. You're welcome to stay with us, or to head back to the quarters. We've got guards scattered, but look out. And remember my words. If the worst comes to worst, I have my faith in you, and you have Lady Alerie Tyrell's faith to ask for. That is all, Leyla." Alerie simply said to her, her voice a positive one, despite the hell that was raining on outside, in the midst of this madness.

"If it's okay with you both, I'd like to stay here until everything has been dealt with." That's all Leyla said as she smiled at Alerie.

Theo Stanton - King's Landing

There was confusion all through Kings landing as soldiers were running in all different directions. News came through to everyone that a so called Lannister had taken over the Red Keep and Willas was assembling men to retake it. Benn Redwyne, a young squire stood fastening the straps of Theo's straps. Both of them didn’t say a word. Benn was only thirteen and Theo didn’t believe he was ready to join in the fight. 

Tents had started to pop up all through the city to host all of the Reachmen. Theo and his men were set up around a five minute walk from the Lion’s gate. “Thank you Benn.” That’s all that Theo said to his young scrawny squire as he moved his arms and legs about to make sure all the armour was properly fitted. It was plate armour and it was easy to tell that it belonged to someone of the Reach, it had been tempered into a dark blue colour, giving the armour the illusion it was made out of sapphire. “Will you go and ready the horse Benn?” Theo calmly asked even though he knew the squire wouldn’t question him. 

Two swords, a shield and a great helm were all laid on a table, Theo walked over and grabbed one of the swords. He pulled it out of the sheath for a quick inspection before strapping it to his left hip. That was his short sword, his main long sword came next strapping it a bit higher up than his short sword. Both weapons were castle forged steel that would be expected for a Lords son. The grips were both wrapped in a dark blue leather and had white dog’s heads for the pommels. The shield was a similar style to most of Westeros with his sigil drawn onto it (His personal sigil had two stars instead of one). He grabbed the straps of his shield with his left hand and the helmet with his right, then headed out of the tent. 

As the flap to the tent lifted open, the noise of the city got extremely louder for Theo who had been preparing himself for the upcoming battle. Theo had decided to only take his cavalry, it would take too long to get to the Red Keep on foot. Benn came over to him holding his horse who had just been saddled up. The horse was a powerful animal with a grey coat, it was a thoroughbred that was the prize at the first tourney he’d won. “Hurry up Theo and get on that bloody horse, I’m itching to kill something!” An armoured knight on a horse came trotting over. The knight removed his helmet to reveal an ugly face. It was Theo’s best friend, Renly who he’d met in Highgarden they were both squires together and became close friends because they both got teased. 

“Shut up you fool, you’ll get your chance soon enough.” Theo shouted to his friend laughing at him. He then jumped up on his horse and moved towards Renly putting his great helm on. 

Suddenly out of nowhere a gold cloak came bursting towards them both shouting at anyone he saw. “To the gates! To the gates! The Crakehalls are attacking!” The look of panic was already set in his face. He continued to run straight past Theo still shouting the same thing over.

The sounds of fighting had started to get louder and louder. Theo took a few seconds to think, his orders were to head to the Red Keep and help out Willas. Anyone who was under the Stanton banner were too far away and Theo knew the immediate danger was the Crakehalls.  “New plan men! We’re needed on the walls! Unless your horse can fire arrows I suggest you get off them now!” Without another word Theo jumped back off his destrier and moved into a fast pace heading towards the gate. The rest of the knights had started to get off their horses and were handing the reigns to their squires.

Renly and Theo’s second in command, Owen Yelshire, a man in his late forties that resembled an ox were already flanking him. “Owen get the word out to the rest of the men, as soon as they’re ready get them to walls. I’m heading there now with the troops that are ready.” 

“As you say.” Straight away the old knight ran off screaming commands to any man who was sat down doing nothing.

It only took a few minutes for Theo and his men running to reach the top at the wall close to the gate. More men kept filling the walls getting ready for the upcoming fight as siege towers, ladders and battering rams headed towards the walls. On parts of the wall in the distance, the siege engines had already reached the walls and men from the opposing army had already breached the walls and some were even spilling into the city. A siege tower was slowly trudging along to Theo’s left. Everyone around him were shouting out insults pumping themselves up at the besiegers who would soon be on the walls. Theo pulled out his short sword pointing it in the air and screamed at the top of his longs with everyone else. 

The tower was touching the wall now as the door smashed down and thirty men came running out of it straight into a wall shields, swords, axes and spears. Everyone had gotten cramped together and people were aimlessly lunging there weapons hoping to hit their enemies. All Theo could do was watch, he was stuck in the middle of his own men on the wall. It was going to be a long day. Renly was bunched next to him not being able to move as well. “Is this what you was looking forward to Renly?” Theo shouted laughing to himself.
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